A growl leaves Beck's throat and King is on his feet with his own loud growl rumbling from his throat. I'm only seeing half of this because the red haze takes over and there's no fighting it this time. The table separates King from Beck, but not from me. With powerful legs, more animal than human, I launch onto the thick wood and land inches from Beck, who is still in human form. There's nothing human left in me, I'm all Warrior. In a slow, delicate move, I slide my gigantic tongue from between huge jaws and slide it up along Beck's cheek.
"Tag, you're it," I say and bring up my arm in a classic uppercut connecting solidly with his jaw. Beck flies out of his chair and I follow with a five-foot jump from the table to floor landing between his splayed thighs. I lift my now-bare foot, which
